My front yard is full of juvenile squirrels. They love to chase one another round and round-playing some version of “king of the hill”.
I’m used to hearing their chatter and seeing them jump from branch to branch, tree to tree.
But yesterday I saw something I’d never seen before-two young squirrels were clinging desperately to the phone lines that stretch between two power line poles. They were twisting and turning, grasping for a foothold and completely flabbergasted to find themselves in such a precarious position.
I looked to see how in the world they might have ended up there. Sure enough, there is a crepe myrtle tree with branches that just graze the phone lines.
I’m pretty sure the silly young things were chasing each other and didn’t realize that they had jumped from the safety of a tree to the danger of the phone line.
As I was watching them I thought about how I can find myself in a very similar situation.
Grief is not a single emotion-it’s a whole suitcase of them! I can’t help feeling them. In fact, I NEED to feel them if I’m going to do the work grief requires.
But if I allow myself to be led by my emotions, I can quickly be drawn away from the safety of truth and find myself perched precariously on the high wire of my feelings.
Once there, my sole focus becomes maintaining my balance and I lose sight of where I want to go.
In my scramble to keep my footing, I can sacrifice relationships.
I can take offense when none was intended.
I give offense because I’m angry and wounded myself.
I can allow sorrow to cloud my vision so that I can’t see the real beauty that still remains.
I need to remain aware of where my emotions are leading me so that I don’t end up somewhere I don’t want to be.
I’m not nearly as nimble as a squirrel. 🙂